Wednesday, December 3, 2008

got milk?

Today during breakfast, I was reading to Emory while she ate. You know, you got a pretty sweet little gig when there is someone who will read to you while you eat your pancakes and syrup. The book she chose was Elmo's 12 Days of Christmas. Which, incidentally, we had to locate first because her daddy hides it. He hates to read it. This has only served to encourage Emory to enjoy the book all the more.

We got to the "10 monsters milking" page where there was a picture of what else? 10 monsters milking cows! Emory pointed and asked, "They are getting milk?" Because, a city girl gets her milk from Publix or Walmart, not some cow in a field. I went into a toddleresque explanation of where milk comes from. "Yes Emory, they sit next to the cows and pull on their udders and milk comes into the bucket. We get milk from cows!"

Fairly proud of my prowess mommy skills which took advantage of this teacheable moment, I watch as she wide-eyed, really studies the page for a moment. She then looks at me and says, "They tee-tee milk?" Gross!

Just for Aimee

the parents

Meet the parents:

the Daddy: won my heart nearly 7 years ago, which was no small feat. awesome guitar and mandolin player, which aided in said wooing of heart. veternarian extraordinaire. super cool daddy. best guy i know.

the Mommy: delightfully becoming the mother i always mocked, one diaper change at a time. gave birth 3 times in 4 years. domestic engineer. loves to sweat. hates to be barefoot. caffeine junkie. welcome to my inner thoughts. proceed with caution.